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[i]THE STORY SO FAR...

It was nearly three weeks ago that a magical force took the small college town of Darwinton. In one particular neighborhood, all pets and humans were turned into humanoid animals with the pets gaining adult levels of intelligence and a magical dominance over the former humans of their households.

Pixie was once a normal (aside from the weight problem) cat until she was uplifting in humanoid stature. She then became the master of four college roommates that occupied her house: Randal, Todd, Elizabeth, and her former owner Patricia.

Since the transformation took the entire neighborhood, classes had been out of session but how long can anyone go without proper education?[/i]

It was an anxious morning. The dogs woke up, put on a decent set of clothes, and then headed upstairs where Pixie was waiting. The smell of coffee enchanted the household with the orange cat having a mug of some in her hand. She took a sip while watching her anthropomorphic pet dogs ascend from the basement, the first step of their big day!

"Good morning!" said Pixie, "I hope you are all well-rested and eager for your first day back in class!"

The four dogs spread out amongst the living room but didn't get comfortable as they were going to leave in a few minutes more or less. A dim light shone in the windows. The house was as quiet as a morning should have been aside from the light hum coming from the fridge in the kitchen.

Randal, the mastiff, chuckled, "It feels like ages since we've been there. Has it really only been three weeks?"

"Just under three weeks actually," said Elizabeth. The collie straightened her t-shirt and walked over to the kitchen for some coffee.

Patricia, a great dane half a foot taller than the rest of them, took a few clawed fingers to her brow, "Jeez... I can't believe it."

Pixie smiled, "With all that's happened to you these last three weeks or so- being turned into dogs, having me as your master, reaccomodating yourselves to this new animalistic world- I'm sure it would [i]feel[/i] like years have passed."

Todd patted himself down the sides, "They say we don't have bring anything- no books or anything."

Randal reached into his pocket and brought out a sheet of folded paper. It was his schedule- each student had one mailed last week. He opened it up and gave a quick glance, "Nothing but these schedules."

Elizabeth called from the kitchen, "They're all taking care of that," as she went through the cupboards.

Todd grinned and slapped his sides before gesturing out with his empty hands, "I won't complain. I like traveling light!"

Elizabeth found a vessel- an old plastic traveler's mug where most of the graphic paint had chipped off. It was clean- what did it matter? She put it down on the counter, picked up the coffee pot and poured herself a tall order of joe.

Randal reminded himself on where he was supposed to meet Brandy. She would be at the school too that morning, near the west entrance. He was eager to see her again.

"I'm not surprised," said Patricia, "They can magic up anything at will. What would they need with... students bringing in their own study materials?"

"That's right," said Pixie, "Don't worry about bringing books or pencils," a smile fluttered on Pixie's face, "You don't even need to wear [i]clothes[/i] if you don't want to."

The dogs shared an awkward chuckle, remembering the couple weeks Pixie had them walk around without any clothes.

Elizabeth stirred in some milk and sugar then sipped her coffee to see if it was to her liking. It would do, she thought. She took the lid and slapped it on her mug then walked over to the others to join them in the ceremonious goodbye.

"We're not going back to learn the same thing as before," said Patricia, "They're teaching us whole new stuff."

"Yeah," said Randal, "A new education for this 'new magical world'."

Elizabeth sipped her coffee, "I wasn't [i]that[/i] attached to my program but it seems like a waste that all of that work I put into it is now... gone."

"It might seem like a waste," said Pixie, walking up to Elizabeth and patting a hand on her shoulder, "but focus not on what you might have lost and focus instead on your future!"

Elizabeth didn't see much substance in the words of her master but kept quiet and sipped her coffee.

Pixie looked across the crowd of them- her four dogs, all off to attend their first day at school. She tried to not to get too sentimental but seeing them there and knowing what they were about to do made her heart flutter.

"Look at you all," said Pixie, "To think that my pets who cried in terror the first day as animals are now going to college!"

Randal crossed his arms, "Excuse me but [i]I[/i] never cried when I turned into a dog."

Pixie smiled softly at Randal, "Don't back talk me or I'll order you to sob and bawl at anyone taller than you."

Randal gulped and the other dogs had a chuckle.

"What I'm saying is," Pixie relaxed and knew a rousing speech was not neccessary, "have a good first day, pets."

They exchanged one final round of goodbyes and the four dogs headed out the door. A fresh dew lingered in the morning air as they walked to Patricia's car. A hazy orange streaked across the morning sky. They could see other zoomans leaving houses and getting into vehicles or walking the sidewalks. Barksville College was a mere fifteen minute walk, after all.

Patricia took the driver's seat and Elizabeth rode shotgun while Todd and Randal took the backseat. They put on their seatbelts, Patricia revved the ignition, and the car pulled out of the driveway.

The ride was quiet with only the gentle hum of the car engine and the tires riding down the paved road. The dogs looked out into the town to see more zoomans en route to the college, many walking in pairs or larger groups. There was an excitement in the air that even an early Monday couldn't weigh down.

"I don't know about you guys," said Patricia, "but after spending the last couple weeks have more sex than all my known relatives ever have, I'm ready to [i]learn[/i] something or have something to do."

"Yeah..." said Randal, "Something that stimulates the brain instead of my dick."

Patricia cocked her lips anxiously, "I'm worried."

"How so?" asked Elizabeth.

"After weeks of fucking non-stop," said Patricia, "can I go back to... not being horny all the time? What if I can't control myself and I try to fuck someone in the middle of class?"

Elizabeth chuckled, "Then you'll be in good company! Let's think of it like this: [i]most[/i] people are going to struggle with that."

Patricia chortled and smiled at Elizabeth.

Todd chuckled, twisting his feet, "I don't know about you guys, but nothing stimulates my brain more than wondering how much sex I could have in a day."

Everyone chuckled. Patricia talked over her shoulder back at Todd, "Todd if you're going to jerk it, put down a tarp."

Todd smiled wide, tongue hanging out of his mouth, "Really?"

Patricia furrowed her brow, "No! Of course not! No jerking off in my car, Todd!"

Todd crossed his arms and pouted, looking out the window disappointingly.

It had been awhile since Barksville's parking lot had been so active. The lot was full of cars, minivans and the occasionally SUV. Randal wanted to enter via the west exit because that's where Brandy was waiting and the others decided to join him and say hello to their favorite fat feline (who wasn't Pixie).

Several students were gathering in the building, chatting and looking rather chipper that morning. It seemed like the enthusiasm to get out of the house and back to school wasn't just affecting Pixie's household.

It was appreciable for everyone but odd. The four of them passed and lizard girl and a mouse girl, chatting casually on their way to class like the world hadn't been flipped upside down in the last few weeks.

"This is weird," said Elizabeth.

"You can say that again," said Randal.

Todd looked down at the ground, "Never thought I would be going to class barefoot."

They followed the perimeter around the side to the west doors and went inside. The hapful rumble of crowd chatter rang through the halls. Students, all zoomans, were standing around talking on walking down the halls. Some people looked uncomfortable like the pets expected for the first day back in class after everyone had been transformed, but there was a high level of energy.

The four of them walked down the hallway passing by some lockers and a stairway upwards and then saw a big white cat girl leaning against the wall by a classroom door. She detected Randal approaching, looked up, and smiled.

"Randal!" she said, raising her arms to wave him in.

The four dogs walked up to Brandy. Randal grinned, "Hi Brandy."

Randal took Brandy's flabby sides in his hands and leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on her lips. Brandy reached around Randal's back and tugged him close.

"How are you?" asked Brandy.

Randal looked up thoughtfully, "Hmmmm, anxious but excited. You?"

Brandy shied away, blushing, "I... couldn't sleep."

Randal smirked, "That excited, huh?"

Brandy chuckled, nodding.

"So what class you got first?" asked Randal.

Brandy took a sheet out of her jean pocket and looked at it. She cleared her throat, "Administration for New Business Models."

The others were surprised. It sounded like an actual class. Randal brought out his paper with the classes on it- all the times and rooms- and read from the top, "I got Animality 101."

Brandy giggled, "Maybe... maybe you'll learn how to run around on all fours and howl at the moon!"

Randal giggled with her, taking her side and tugging her close, "Maybe they're teaching how to run around in the nude!"

Elizabeth crossed her arms with a smirk, "I don't think any of us need a lesson in [i]that[/i]."

Brandy giggled, "Feels weird to be back in school but..." she shrugged, "I'm excited, I think."

Randal stretched out a foot, "Feels weird to be barefoot in college, although it's not my first time back in the building." He stopped himself before going into detail, knowing that he wasn't supposed to talk about what happened that day.

Brandy whispered close to Randal, "You know, I spotted a place underneath the gym bleachers that might be a good place for us to hang out and..."- she bounced her brow- "[i]do[/i] stuff."

Randal giggled, "During lunch then."

The bell rung. It was time for their first class. While Elizabeth and Todd shared their first class together, the others would go in as strangers. Patricia and Randal both had their classes on the second floor so they walked with each other, following the passage of students up the stairwell.

It was weird stepping on the coarse grip strips on the stairs but not unpleasant. Patricia and Randal followed the flow of students upward.

"Seriously..." said Patricia, her voice echoing in the tall stairwell, "Aren't you worried you won't be able to control yourself?"

Randal chuckled, "No but... I have a feeling that losing control isn't going to be punished around here. Not severely anyway."

"I don't know..." said Patricia, leaning down to Randal, "I could fuck a guy and get detention."

Randal smirked, "What happens if you fuck a guy [i]in[/i] detention?"

They both snickered. She walked Randal to his room, the two sharing a wave goodbye before they started their days.

Randal entered his classroom to the chatter of an assortment of about three dozen zoomans. It was a classroom in the older wing of the college so the walls were a soupy color of beige. The holed ceiling tiles had faint stains like they had been cleaned but the pieces that had broken off hadn't been replaced. The teal tiles on the floor were no different in that regard- many of them chipped.

Looking around, Randal didn't recognize anybody- either from his pre-zooman nor post-zooman worlds. All of them were strangers. At the front of the class was a gray cat man, the class' teacher Professor Whitaker. Randal didn't recognize him either- he was a professor Randal never had before.

Passing through the aisles, Randal was surrounded by students. Loud and chatty, they were even on that Monday morning. Things were simply better and life was more exciting when you were a humanoid animal not wearing any shoes.

Randal saw an empty seat towards the back of the classroom and took it. He sat down feeling naked without a bag of books. To his left side, there was a girl sitting there- Firouze. She was a mouse with gray fur and a slim figure. Wavy brown hair went down to her shoulders. She wore a plaid shirt over a white t-shirt and a pair of creamy orange khakis. Gentle and petite feet rested on the tile floor.

When their eyes met, they grinned nervously, embarrassed to be caught glancing at each other.

"Uhhhh..." said Randal, "Hi!"

Firouze smiled and giggled quietly, "Hello there."

Randal stretched his toes and planted his heels on the cool tile floor, "I'm Randal."

The mouse girl reached out a hand, "Firouze."

Randal took it and shook. He didn't recognize her name and Firouze couldn't remember his nor could she recall anyone that sounded like him when they were all still human.

Randal shifted in his seat, "This is weird, isn't it?"

Firouze nodded, "Yeah. My gameplan is to roll with the punches and not get caught up on too much. If I stay flexible," she eyed the rest of the classroom, "I think I can do alright."

"Sounds good," Randal hoisted his head on an elbow, "my gameplan is to be overwhelmed by everything and have a panic attack and try to call home to mom."

Firouze snerked. She rolled her eyes, "That's what will [i]likely[/i] happen, but that's not my [i]gameplan[/i]!"

They shared a chuckle.

Firouze looked Randal over, "A dog... not bad! What breed?"

Randal took a clawed finger to his chin, "Uhhhh..."

Firouze giggled, "You don't remember?"

The name came to Randal and he sparked up, "I'm a mastiff!" He smirked, "And what breed of mouse are you?"

Firouze had no idea. She smiled nervously, "A... [i]gray[/i] mouse. That's the technical term I think. I'm a gray-furred mouse... except for my hands and feet..." She looked at her furless hands, then under her desk at her furless feet, the pink skin reminiscent of a human form. She leaned back up and clapped her feet down on the ground with a light slap.

"Gray mouse," said Randal, "Got it."

"So does your master make you play fetch?" she asked.

"She mostly takes us on walks," said Randal, "She went pretty heavy on restraining us the first week so now she's laid off," He bunched up his arms in a defensive pose, "And I don't want to rock the boat on that."

"My master has been turning my bedroom into a giant mouse cage," said Firouze, "My floor is covered in sawdust."

Randal chortled, "God, that must be embarrassing. Does he make you run on a wheel?"

"No," said Firouze, "but he's installing one in at the end of the week!"

Randal chuffed. Firouze's casual tone made it hard to tell if she was joking or not.

Professor Whitaker got up from his desk and walked out in front of the class, dressed in a neatly pressed green suit with his bare cat feet softly resting their toes on the cool classroom floor, the pantlegs just hovering above the soft fur of his insteps.

"Attention class," he spoke in a gruff but dignified tone, "Welcome to Animality 101. I, like all of you, donned the form of a creature"- he gestured at himself, the formally dressed cat person- "a couple weeks ago when the godlike forces that now govern us first descended upon the neighborhood."

He began his walk around the room, roping around the front and moving through the aisles. His posture was stiff and upward like he was holding a trio of books on his head.

"I'm sure you all have your stories about these last couple weeks," said Whitaker, "Right from the very first night it was surreal, for myself and I assume the lot of you. All of us, turned into assorted pet shop critters."

He walked towards a goldfish girl watching him unguardedly. The girl- Rina- sat with her arms and legs were stuck together like she was trying to take as little space on the seat as possible. She tapped her round fingers on the end of the desk, unsure what the professor was going to do when he walked up to her.

"You," said Whitaker, pointing at the girl, "How were you transformed?"

"Uhhh..." the goldfish girl was nervous. Rina wasn't expecting to be put on the spot like that. She cleared her throat, "I was watching TV when a penguin wearing a cape came in through the front door. My roommate Isaac has a..." she stopped, sighing slightly, "[i]had[/i] a pair of rats and another roommate has a hamster." She shrugged, "So they're the masters of the house now."

"But what about [i]this[/i]," said Whitaker, motioning his hand at the girl's fishy form.

"Oh," said the girl, "the penguin had all of us line up in the living room and he turned us into... animals."

"Hmmmm," Whitaker's hum was insincere. He leaned up and down in a drastic nod, "It must have been a shock!"

Rina nodded, "I was startled."

"[i]Startled[/i]," said Whitaker, "You were startled when you were transformed," He put his hands down on her desk, eyes big and devilish, "When I was transformed, I was scared as [i]hell![/i]"

It was the same night for Professor Whitaker as everyone else. He was at home watching TV while his wife was preparing dinner in the kitchen and his teenage son was in his room playing video games. No one sensed the dark aura that had fallen upon the neighborhood.

Whitaker was enjoying an old sitcom when he heard a scream. His wife was frantic because a "giant lizard" had entered through the doggy door. She dropped the pot and backed off into the corner, scared the lizard was going to attack. Whitaker picked up a broom to shoo the black dragon out but she then spoke with a dignified voice. A lizard? Speaking? Whitaker was so spooked he dropped the broom.

Their teenage son came down to see the commotion and the dragon called the dogs to the room- a couple of dachshunds. The dragon cast some magic and Whitaker had two humanoid daschunds looking back at him. Whitaker could never forget those smiles his dogs gave him the moment they were transformed- they were demonic in their affability.

He broke down into a giggling fit of disbelief, claiming it was all a big trick. That's when the dragon cast a spell on Whitaker, turning him into

the gray cat. He looked at himself, stared into space, and squeaked out a quiet "meow", completely paralyzed.

This admittance got a chuckle from the classroom, but some of the body found it disarming that the teacher would outright admit he was terrified. Many could relate!

Barring the terror, all of them could related to the scenario of a strange magical creature entering their household and transforming their pets into humanoid forms and transforming the humans into animals, too!

"Oh-h..." said the goldfish girl, unsure how to react to the professor's confession.

He continued around the room, "Although infantile, my paralysis was my natural reaction to being transformed. It was my animal instinct to do it. Animals do that in nature when they are scared." He gestured his hand regally, "In a way, it was an ironic sign of things to come as everyone's behavior would get more [i]animal[/i] across the night."

Randal thought of whispering a joke to Firouze, but Whitaker was only a few feet away.

"Our pets took our family out for a walk that evening," said the professor, every barefoot step so deliberate it was like he rehearsed it, "Father, mother and sun! My wife, transformed into a parakeet, met a hamster man while we strolled down a sidewalk and was so overcome with [i]desire[/i] that she promptly got on the ground and spread her legs for him! I watched as a complete stranger descended on my wife like a lion pouncing a gazelle! Except [i]sexually[/i]!"

The class remained silent, letting the professor monologue, but the professor was starting to feel like he was hogging the spotlight. His story was not the only one to be told and he looked around the room for a "volunteer". There was Derek- a guinea pig boy wearing a striped t-shirt and jeans.

"[i]You[/i]!" said the professor, pointing clawed finger at Derek.

"Y-yeah?" said the boy.

"Were you transformed on the same day as everyone else?" he dropped his hand, and thought aloud, his voice dropping low and quieter, "There must be some official name for the day."

"Yeah, yeah," Derek nodded, fear in his voice and eyes.

"What did you do the first night of being a hamster," said Whitaker, getting the boy's specie wrong.

"I..." he fidgeted with his hands. Derek exhaled and spoke loudly so everyone could here, "I went over to my friend's house and... we had an orgy."

It was a surreal night for anyone. It took all of Derek's willpower to ask his pets- or his new [i]masters[/i] rather- if he could go check a friend and see if he was ok. His friend was one of five roommates and when Derek went to go see him, the group of them were in the midst of lighting up a couple marijuana joints.

Derek joned them and after everyone loosened up, clothes came off and the bunch of them got down to fucking on the living room floor... with the masters' blessing. He barely knew his friend's roommates and by the end of the night he had bump uglies with each of them!

"Testing your new hamster body, eh?" asked Whitaker with a sly smile.

Derek chuckled, "Yeah."

Eyes on the professor, Firouze leaned over to Randal, "Do you think he's going to have us draw a diagram of our species?"

Randal leaned over, "Maybe recite a nursery rhyme about dogs or mice?"

They shared a giggle.

The professor turned to them and looked more disappointed than angry or annoyed. He took his fingers on an ear and tugged at it twice, "I can hear you, you know! Sharp hearing!"

The mouse and dog clocked back into their seats. Whitaker walked over their direction, eying them with an expression of quiet disdain and judgment. Firouze held down a giggle whereas Randal couldn't wipe the smile off of his big mastiff maw.

Whitaker came between them, putting a hand on Randal's chair. His steely gaze beamed down on them like a guard tower in a prison. He said, "I sense you two have become fast friends, am I correct?"

They said nothing, only looking at each other nervously.

Whitaker looked down at Randal's lap and saw a bit of a bump going on. He pointed down at it, "And what's that?"

Randal looked down. Yep, he was a bit erect but that was not unusual. Being flaccid was a rare thing when he was around... anyone. Randal shifted his hands in front of his crotch and tried to cover it up, though, "It- it's nothing!"

"Up on your feet, dog," said Whitaker.

Randal groaned and got up. He kept his hands at his front. Whitaker sighed, "Remove your hands, student."

Randal took away his hands and Whitaker motioned him to turn towards the majority of the class. Those far off couldn't see anything but those closer could see something of a tent. It got a few chuckles from the students, but most didn't think it was a big deal.

"Nothing, huh?" Whitaker leaned over to mock a closer look, "Looks to me like this young canine in front of me has an erection in the works."

Randal's hands were stone slabs at his side. His posture was uncomfortably straight, blushing at everyone seeing his little boner.

Whitaker leaned upwards, not even looking at Randal when he addressed him, "And why are you aroused? Is it for this..." he looked down at Firouze, "this mouse girl?"

Randal shot an apologetic look at Firouze. He sighed, "I guess. I wasn't really thinking about [i]that[/i]."

"Is that so?" asked Whitaker, "It simply... happened?"

Randal nodded.

Whitaker turned to the mouse girl. He was quiet and still for a moment before he leaned down towards her. He was still once again before taking in a loud whiff. Pheromones. Pheromones from the mouse girl. She was lusty, too.

He leaned back up, "I smell that this girl is [i]aroused[/i]. She is secreting pheromones from..." he twirled a finger down at her crotch, "her loins." The professor looked over to Randal, "I assume it's because of this young man?"

Firouze thought of giving an excuse but couldn't think of one. She resigned, "Yes."

"And when you were whispering to this boy," said Whitaker, "we're you wondering what he was like as a mate?"

Firouze hated that question. How was she supposed to answer it gracefully? She stuttered, "I... no, not really."

Randal wasn't going to take any offense from that answer. It was an uncomfortable position to be in for anyone and he sympathizes with the acquaintance bullied under the wrath of their professor.

Professor Whitaker chuckled, addressing the class with volume and pomp, "Even when are not thinking about mating, our subconsciouses and bodies are captivated by it, readying themselves for any opportunity for rutting!" He paused a second then looked downward, a grin cracking on his maw, "I myself am getting a little stiff after huffing this mouse girl's erotic scent."

Firouze blushed. The teacher had a small [i]raise[/i] on his pants.

"Would you stand, mouse?" asked Professor Whitaker.

She got on her feet as he commanded, worried what he would do with her.

"How about you two walk to the front of the classroom?" said the professor.

They went up front and stood before everyone, them staring at the class and the class staring at them. Whitaker took to Randal's side and directed the class, waving a hand across the room, "Tell me, class. Who among you had sex the day you were transformed?" He raised a hand as example, "Show of hands."

And everyone raised their hand. Not one person kept their hand down and not one person was lying.

"As I thought," said Whitaker, leading everyone to drop their hands by lowering his, "I'm not exempt from that, mind you. Distraught that my wife would shtup and [i]go home[/i] with a complete stranger, I returned home and had a threesome with my masters." He looked over the class, "Does this sound familiar?" He paused a beat and then chuckled, "Perhaps you are not [i]married[/i], but maybe you experienced a night with your masters..."

A few of the students nodded. Randal himself could relate, having slept with his master Pixie the first night of being a dog, and enjoying it deeply!

Whitaker leaned his head upward, the glow from ceiling lighting his eyes like the moonlit sky, "After that night, I only got looser with who I bedded with. Being freed from fidelity set off a chain reaction in which I slept with a variety of strangers myself before tracking down a neighbor I've always wanted to bed with,"- he clasped his hand with a dreamy look in his eyes- "She got turned into a [i]handsome[/i] python and she had no qualms about allowing me into her body." He jiggled his head playfully, "As well, I tracked down a co-worker- Mrs. Reeve, for those who have her. She got turned into a lovely frog. It wasn't long before I was in the habit of dropping my pants for people I've barely said a word to. Me and Mrs. Reeve didn't know each other before the transformation but we crossed paths one afternoon and mated for hours around her house!"

The students listened in attentively. The professor regaling them with tales of his lovemaking wasn't what they had in mind for educational talk but the professor's enthusiasm and the subject matter made it easy to listen to.

"Back at home," said Whitaker, "my wife and I shared a bed and we..." he shrugged casually, "[i]mated[/i] on it often enough, but it was clear that our marriage was a thing left in the human world." He lifted his left hand a rubbed the finger which once donned his wedding ring, "And me and my wife... we were hardly the only ones."

The cat professor looked around the room. The students were paying attention but that didn't mean they could relate to the trials of a husband of nearly twenty years.

"Maybe the idea of marriage is too middle-aged for you young people, but surely you understand what it was like to be a glutton of sexual enjoyment." He tapped a hand on Randal's chest, "You. How much sex have you had in these last few weeks?"

"A lot," said Randal, any inflection or enthusiasm for that statement lost in the void, "I think I've had sex with a hundred different people by now."

"Impressive," said Whitaker. He turned to Firouze, "And you?"

"Uh..." said Firouze, her eyes darting around nervously.

"It doesn't have to be a perfectly accurate answer," said Whitaker, twirling his hand like a wheel, "In the ballpark."

"Um..." Firouze pause, tapping her feet on the ground, "Maybe sixty?"

Whitaker nodded, "Very good, very good," he walked around them, "Now... do you masturbate?"

Somehow that question felt more intrusive then asking about their dozens of sexual encounters.

"Yeah," said Randal, fearing that any hesitation would be far more embarrassing.

Firouze ducked her eyes down, "Yep."

Whitaker chuckled and marched around the two like a prosecutor. He smiled, jutting the jowls on his mouth outward, "Perfectly alright. I do it too, of course. I arrived a little early today so I took a few minutes to"- he patted at his crotch- "[i]rub out[/i] a few in the parking lot."

This got a few chuckles and snerks out the students. They were alright with it, of course, but it was absurd to hear someone mention it out loud.

He patted Randal on the back and glanced at him and Firouze, "You two, hold each other in your arms and look at each other."

They did so but taking each other by the hips, pulling each other close, and gazing into the other made them both blush. Firouze giggled causing Randal to break down into a snicker, but their little laughter took some tension out of the situation, and they retook themselves, their hands more casual and their grasps firm but friendly.

Whitaker put a hand on Firouze's shoulder, "Now... if you were to, say, masturbate right now, little mousey, what would get you going?"

Firouze swallowed audibly. She thought for a second, taking her eyes away from Randal's mastiff visage. She returned the glance, "I would think of last night."

"What did you do?" asked Randal- Whitaker ok with a student taking his question.

"My master took me and the other pets to a neighbor's house..."

The pets had gotten pretty good at walking on all fours. The trick was to lift one's butt high in the air and angle the back downward, something Firouze figured out on the first day of being a mouse. Her master had all three of her and her roommates on leashes and were walked through the neighborhood- through the cool evening- to a friend of the masters.

The neighbor masters were a trio of cockatoos and an elderly Saint Bernard. Their pets, like Firouze and her roommates, were forced to walk on all fours, too. The masters- from the visiting household and home- sat down at a large round table to play a game of Hearts... all with their pants down around their ankles. Pets were commanded to crawl under the table and cycle around it, giving each master oral pleasure. There wasn't enough room for all pets at once so they usually went in pairs or triplets while the idle pets relaxed on some pillows put out for them.

While Firouze waited for her turn to chow on a pentagram of genitals, a pet of the cockatoos- a Shiba guy who preferred to not wear shirts to show off his cut body- lowered Firouze's pants and got to work eating her out. His tongue was scooping into her vagina like he was serving ice cream cones. Firouze melted, her netherlips overwhelmed with pleasure.

"After the card game," said Firouze, "they lined us up- the pets- and took off our clothes. It was a free-for-all: they had sex with us." She smiled and twirled her hair, "It felt nice to be used."

The story got Firouze going. Her faint mist of arousal had turned into a humidifier, wafting up into the air and catching the noses of Whitaker, Randal, and a few students in the front row. Randal was taken by the story as well, his light bump of an erection pushing out at a noticeable angle. He stared at her, his breath like a spring breeze against an old house.

"Very nice," said the cat professor, "Yes, I can see how that memory would make a good flint to start a fire." He chuckled with a warm but smug grin on his face, "The lesson today is about being an animal but some of us can't help but take pleasure in being a pet as well!"

Firouze shied away, blushing.

Professor Whitaker glanced at Randal, "And how about you, canine? If you needed to masturbate, to get a good churn going, what would you think about?"

"My girlfriend," he said.

There were a few awwwws from the class.

"Girlfriend?" said Whitaker, "A strange thing for an [i]animal[/i] to have."

"I know," said Randal, "but she's special to me. We have sex with other people- a lot- but I... love her."

Another round of awwwws rolled around the class, students won over by Randal's sentimentality.

The cat professor got close, and muted his tone to almost whisper in Randal's ear, "And what about your girlfriend do you find so... irresistible?"

Randal breathed heavily, "She's so sexy. Her curves are so fun to touch and when she spreads her legs it's like her vagina is singing to me." He flicked his tongue, like Brandy's vagina was right there. He smiled, "She also has seductive feet!"

Whitaker chuckled warmly, "And you must have had some great times with her in the den, I assume."

Randal nodded, "We met each other on transformation day but it was a while before we saw each other again. I went to her house one morning and we gave each other blowjobs! Her master left the house to us and we had sex for [i]hours[/i]!"

"[i]Details![/i]" said Whitaker, cross as an unfed housecat, "Give us some [i]texture![/i]"

"Well..." Randal took a finger to his chin, "We got out of our clothes right away, and we spent the whole time in the nude, even eating lunch without anything on." He gazed above, thoughtfully, "We nibbled on each other's buttcheeks..."

Whitaker raised a brow, "Why did you do that?"

Randal smiled innocently and giggled, "It was... sexy!"

Talking about Brandy got his dick hard, it pushing out on his pants. A few of them in the front rows were starting to notice, pointing and giggling. Firouze's loins were filling the air with pheromones, getting all worked up from all the sex talk.

Randal sniffed Firouze's essence and his eyes grew wide. What a scent! The stiffness in his pants hit the ceiling, the bulge on his pants expanding like a dog trying to break free of a cloth bag!

Firouze looked down. That sausage was trying to jump out in her direction.

Whitaker got a whiff of Firouze's essence and saw Randal's hardon. He stepped between them, hands on their shoulders. He said, "You two didn't even know each other at the start of class, I'm guessing."

Randal and Firouze nodded, the mouse saying, "Yeah."

"I found you chatting like you were well acquainted friends," said Whitaker.

Randal chuckled, "I guess we hit it off."

"And now..." said Whitkaker, motioning at their crotches. Randal, so erect. Firouze, so misty.

"I want to have sex with him," said Firouze.

"I want to have sex with her."

Whitaker leaned between them and whispered, "Then have [i]sex[/i]."

Firouze leaned forward and kissed Randal on the lips. His eyes jolted in surprise but only for a second. He relaxed them and he took Firouze close, giving her big sloppy mastiff kisses. Firouze couldn't wait to show herself to her doggy lover and reached down at her shirt to undress. Randal did the same.

Whitaker stepped back, smiling and watching. He clasped his hands in anticipation.

The dog and mouse had to quit kissing each other to pull their clothes off their head. Firouze got her top off and stood in front of all, bra the only thing left on her chest. Randal's flabby mastiff body hung in front of him and pressed into Firouze's slim belly.

While Randal and Firouze kissed, their tongues dancing and tugging on each other, Firouze reached behind and unclipped her bra. She uncupped her breasts and for everyone in that room it was the first time they had seen a naked tit during class- another note in the series of nudities that they had experienced those last weeks.

They dropped their clothes wherever and got to taking off their pants. There was the chime of their belt buckles clanging but their hands were deft and their pants dropped quickly- Randal too even if his hardon could have hung his pants like a coat hanger. The underwear came soon after, and with both pairs of garments falling to the floor, Firouze had her moist cooch out and Randal had his very erect cock in front of him, poking into Firouze's thigh.

An audible gasp came across the classroom. Those in the back stood up to get a better view of the two students showing off their naked forms.

Stepping out of their garments, Firouze parked her butt on the desk beside her to the discomfort of the border collie girl sitting at it. Whitaker addressed the collie girl, "Uh, move back to one of their desks." The collie got up and moved to the desk that Firouze left free.

Firouze gripped the desk and opened her legs in a V. Randal stood in front of her, looking down at the mouse with eyes full of wonder and intensity. He took his arms over Firouze's shoulder and pushed his cock inside of her. Firouze moaned and as Randal thrust, she moaned again. She moaned once for every four or five jabs of Randal's cock.

Students got out of their seats and moved towards the front of the class to watch. Whitaker watched the two copulate, a bulge appearing on the front of his pants. The cat professor moved to the corner of the room and gave a look over the class to see everyone stare in amazement. It was something everyone had seen before in those two weeks they had all been turned into zoomans but the site of two people going at it like no one was watching was still a spectacle.

Whitaker walked into the rows of seats and saw Rina, the goldfish girl. She stared at the mastiff and mouse fucking on the desk, the sound of desk legs wobbling, the moans of pleasure filling the room.

"You," said Whitaker.

The goldfish girl looked up, "Y-yeah?"

"Would you please walk to the front of the class?" said the cat professor.

Rina raised a brow, "Why?"

Whitaker frowned, irritated, "Would you please just do it?"

Rina said nothing more and walked to the front. Whitaker moved deeper into the desks and passed by Derek. The guinea pig boy looked up, expectingly.

"You too," said Whitaker, "to the front of the class."

Derek got up quickly, assuming that's what Whitaker was going to ask. He joined Rina up front.

Whitaker followed behind and looked at the two standing up there, their arms cradled in front of them. They were nervous and glanced at each other out of the corners of their eyes.

The professor approached them, hands clasped behind his back which only highlighted the bulge he had in front of him, the professor erect at the mastiff and mouse lovemaking.

Whitaker eyed the guinea pig. "Are you attracted to her?" he asked, dragging his eyes over to the fish.

Derek nodded, "Yeah."

"And are you attracted to him?" asked the professor to the fish.

"Yeah," said Rina.

Whitaker took a hand out from behind, holding it elegantly, "Then why don't you mate?"

That's all it took. Derek and Rina undressed, getting absolutely nude in front of everyone. By the time Derek had his pants off, his cock was already at 60 degrees. Rina got down on the floor, hands and knees. The hard tile floor wasn't the best for doggystyle but for sex, everyone's endurance for discomfort was at a height. Derek got behind her, his knees adjacent to hers, and slid his cock inside.

Rina moaned, cupping her hands together and her eyes twinkling with pleasure. Derek's cock was digging inside her like a mole on crack! She squeezed her legs against Derek's and their feet touched. She bent her feet into his so that his sole could caress the top of her fishy walkers. His toes gripped at the sides of her feet, occasionally hooking a toe.

Rina bit her lip. Derek's thrusting felt [i]goooood[/i]. The way his hips smacked her ass cheek made the top of her brain tingle. She let her eyes roll back and her tongue hang out. She was happy to be dumb!

Students watched and they couldn't help the fires that grew within them. Across the room erections grew down pant legs and vagina wafted pheromones. Everyone was horny.

A student near the front poked the cock hard down his pants. Whitaker saw him fiddling with himself and then saw the bulge on his leg that showed why. Whitaker motioned at the boner, "Please."

The student took the opportunity and unzipped his pants and let out a decently sizable cock. It flapped out hard and the student got cranking while watching Randal and Firouze bone each other.

The mastiff and mouse had pushed the desk back so that Firouze could lay across the desk she had planted her ass on and the one belonging to the student behind her.

Whitaker addressed the class, "If you want to masturbate, feel free! It's your animal right!" The class didn't need any more encouragement. Pants came down and the students played with themselves.

"Look at what we've become!" said Whitaker, he voice booming across the room, "We mate with relative strangers! We masturbate freely! And I bet there are more strange behaviors that we've picked up as well."

Whitaker did his usual thing of stalking the aisles. He passed students in the midst of masturbating, happy to rub out their pleasures while two pairs of students mated up front.

He passed by a cat girl- orange with darker stripes. He stopped at her, standing straight to address you, "Tell me, young one, have [i]you[/i] engaged in any strange animal behavior these last few weeks?"

The girl was slowly stroking her privates, jean zipper unzipped. She said, "My master gets me to stretch on the floor every morn-"

"No, no," Whitaker shook his head, "[i]voluntary[/i] stuff."

"Oh?" said the cat, "I... use a scratch post. I don't know," she said, looking nervous. She smiled, "It [i]feels[/i] right."

Whitaker nodded, satisfied smile on his face. He walked further down the aisle and passed a frog girl, no hands in her pants unmasturbationally. He gestured at her, "And yourself?"

The frog girl smiled wide, "I run on all fours." This got a chuckle from the class. She drank it up and continued, "I get down on the ground and run on all fours. I've gotten pretty good at it and..." her gaze got dreamy, "...it's a lot of fun and makes me feel so... beastly."

Whitaker let out a sharp laugh, "Excellent!"

"I eat grass!"

Who shouted that? It was a beagle student in the corner. He stood up to make sure everyone heard, hand around his erect penis. Whitaker chuckled and nodded, "That is wonderf-!" Whitaker stopped and thought for a moment, "On second thought, that might be bad. See a nurse after class has finished."

The beagle student sat back down, deflated.

"What about drinking out of the toilet?" asked a rabbit girl nearby.

Whitaker rubbed a hand on his chin, "That... should be fine. Yeah, that's fine."

The rabbit girl grinned, feeling secure.

A loud moan came from the front. Randal had his hands around Firouze's hips, with the mouse spreading her legs to give Randal more room to get her deeper and he was getting [i]deep[/i]. His big mastiff cock was making dinner inside her sex. The mouse girl was knocking her head on the desk, the student at the desk rubbing her cooch happily.

Firouze moaned again and gripped the bars of the desk below her. She pried her legs apart and she could feel an orgasm boil up inside of her. It came and she tightened her asscheeks together. She emitted a rumbly groan.

Randal's thrusting sped up with the *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* of his thights hitting Firouze's going from a gentle slap to a fierce spank. He leaned down and moved his hands to the side of the desk. He crushed his face and clenched his jaw, moaning.

The mouse squirmed on the desk and lifted her legs before yelping. She pumped her legs like she was pedaling a bicycle and essence flowed from her. The juices trickled on Randal's cock and it tickled him like a goddess of lust. He couldn't hold it in anymore. When he felt that first spurt of cum escape him, he leaned back and howled.

This set off the class, including Rina and Derek. When they heard that howl, their grunting got fierce and they let go of their orgasms, their cums free from them like stallions escaping a pen. Their thrusting got hard with Derek smacking Rina's ass with loud thumps. Their legs and feet twisted with each other.

All across the room, students were barking, squeaking, tweeting and other animal noises. Their arousals climaxes and the creams discharged from them. Webs of semen sprayed from cocks. Vaginas seeped onto fingers and into underpants.

Whitaker too was taken in the bout of excitement, having to hold himself up over a desk. His eyes were wild and he meowed coarsely and passionately! The bulge on the front of his pants was a hill to be admired!

Randal and Firouze smacked each others' cores together. Their fluids whipped off their bodies and slung towards the floor. Their furs got sticky with their sexual delights! They kept their eyes closed, getting lost in the ecstasy of their eruptions!

Firouze rose leg hers up, them angled out in a V. She needed Randal to bash the core of her scissors with the force of a behemoth and bash Randal did! The inside of her pussy was a wreck with Randal's cock digging into it like a ground beast and the outside- her thighs and taint- were tingly with Randal's barrage of blows!

Randal leaned back for another big howl to close out the apex of his orgasm. After, he pumped into Firouze and got out the last squeezes of his cum. After a moment to catch his breath, he dislodged, dripping lots of creams to the tile floor.

The floor was covered with their mess and stickiness was on the surface of the desk where Firouze's puss and Randal's cock met. The two stared at each other and smiled. The student at the desk Firouze had her head on climaxed with a series of strained moans, then- with her hand still sticky with her own cum- helped Firouze up off the desks safely. Standing on shaky legs, Firouze joined Randal up front, her fur matted with jizz!

Derek and Rina grunted quietly rocking into each other. Essences dripped from them, splashing their legs. Their feet and legs danced, toes rubbing up against ankles. They slowed, Derek pulled out and let his dick dangle low.

Whitaker returned to the front, happy to see his quartet of students nice and orgasmed. He gave a light clap, "Lovely! Witness everyone, how quick these classmates were to mate with one another," he dropped his arms, "But of course, all of you are familiar with this: who hasn't been mating at a drop of a hat?"

"Because we're animals," said Firouze, feeling dumb stating the obvious.

"Correct!" said Whitaker, walking over behind his desk to get some towels. He tossed one to Derek and one to Rina. He only had one left so Randal and Firouze had to share. "Animal forms give us animal behaviors," He rubbed his neck nervously, scanning the classroom, "Me? I want to mate with all of you. As a human that would be most disgraceful but take away the ideas of professors and students- the ideas of responsibility, and I'm just one animal attracted to another."

"But having sex is fun," said a student near the middle of the classroom.

"Yeah," said Randal, wiping down his cock before handing it off to Firouze, "but it's not really that weird behavior."

"It's not just sex, is it though?" said Whitaker, he moved back over to the orange cat girl, "It's the desire to scratch a post! To drink out of the toilet! We should free ourselves and do whatever we desire!"

"Those things aren't [i]that[/i] weird, though," said a student.

"No?" said Whitaker, "How about this?"

Whitaker fiddled with his belt and dropped his pants and everyone caught a glimpse of Whitaker's thick cock.

"Oh my god!" shouted a student from the back, "You're [i]hung![/i]"

Whitaker rolled his chest proudly, "It is true. My transformation made me [i]endowed[/i]. I'm very popular amongst my neighbors. I can't think of anyone I know that [i]doesn't[/i] love to rut with me." He paused, tapped his cheek, "Except... my wonderful [i]wife[/i]."

Sitting back in their seats, Firouze and Randal watched the show. Firouze leaned over to Randal, "Somehow I knew we'd get a teacher packing something that size!"

"They're the ones in charge," said Randal, "Maybe they deserve have a big cock?"

Whitaker turned and walked up to the front of the class. He got up to the front, put his pants down on the corner of the desk and began take off his jacket then shirt, placing them on the desk too. Completely nude. The first day.

"It's been four days since I've seen my wife. Maybe three. I don't know..."

"Where is she?" asked Derek.

Whitaker shrugged, "I don't know. She's probably been sleeping in the bed of another man."

Rina looked at her professor finger his semi-erect cock, "Do you need someone to help you with that?"

Whitaker shook his head, "I can do it myself, thank you. I may be an animal, but I'm no baby!"

The class chuckled.

"I don't know how my passions are going to grow from here on out," said Whitaker, "but thinking about it won't do any good. I will sail on instinct... like an animal."

Whitaker slipped back on his pants and then his topwear and he continued the lecture. It wasn't a good one, with the professor repeating several points, but the students didn't care. They were happy to listen to the cat teacher ramble endlessly about how marriages were dead and why it was a social obligation to engage in in at least some hedonism.

The bell rang, the period was over, and everyone got up to leave the room. Randal and Firouze crossed eyes again, getting up at the same time and giggling when they tried to enter the aisle at the same time. Firouze let Randal go first and they met each other by the door.

Firouze and Randal stepped into the middle of the hall, away from the geyser of students leaving the classroom.

"So..." said Firouze, nervous, "Pretty interesting start of the day!"

"Yeah," said Randal.

"Wasn't expecting to get it on with a dog," Firouze took Randal's hand, "but I enjoyed it."

Randal placed a hand on her hips, "Guess we will have to do it again."

Firouze smiled, "How about next class?" she giggled, "See you around, Randal."

"Bye, Firouze!"

They walked their separate ways, exchanging one last wave before they were gone from each other's sight.

The guys were taking their lunch break underneath the bleachers in one of the gyms. On the gymfloor, a group of students were playing basketball with a 6'7" tigress having a height advantage that highlighted the absurdity of their new college lifestyle.

"We didn't have sex in our class," said Brandy, taking a burrito up to her mouth, "We learned about the basics of working business schedules through computers. Literally, that's it."

The five of them sat around on the floor, cafeteria trays in front of them. Randal was halfway done his shepherd's pie. He scooped up some with his plastic fork, "That's neat, I guess." He took the food to his mouth. It was decent stuff!

"Why that?" Elizabeth asked Brandy.

Brandy grabbed her feet, the soles having a pink pigment, and stretched out her legs, "I dunno. It's been awhile since I went to college but taking a random course that I didn't choose? Reminds me of high school." She slapped her feet down.

"Somebody forgot to give my teacher her lesson plan," said Todd, "so we spent the period just talking about which specie we would rather be than the one we are."

Patricia tapped some of her toes on Todd's foot, "And what did you say?"

"A lion," said Todd, "They got [i]humongous[/i] wieners!"

They giggled.

"If this is going to be how college is now," said Patricia, having finished her lunch, tray empty, "I can get used to it."

Elizabeth leaned forward, "I'm still..." she sighed and took a hand to her head, stroking her hair back, "...[i]bewildered[/i] by everything. We're at a college for animal people. It's... hard to take in."

Patricia took a hand to Elizabeth's foot, patting down its side. They smiled at each other.

"Like being animals ourselves," said Brandy, "I think we'll get used to this too."

Brandy took a fork and put it down into Randal's shepherd's pie.

"Hey!" said Randal.

Brandy smiled and scooped some up to eat it. She smiled and giggled. Randal giggled back.